Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. Steale me a while from mine owne companie.
Hel. Sleepe.
Rob. Rob.
Rob. Yet but three? Come one more,
Rob. Two of both kindes makes vp foure.
Rob. Here she comes, curst and sad,
Rob. Cupid is a knauish lad,
Rob. Enter Hermia.
Rob. Thus to make poore females mad.
Her. Her.
Her. Neuer so wearie, neuer so in woe,
Her. Bedabbled with the dew, and torne with briars,
Her. I can no further crawle, no further goe;
Her. My legs can keepe no pace with my desires.
Her. Here will I rest me till the breake of day,
Her. Heauens shield Lysander, if they meane a fray.
Rob. On the ground sleepe sound,
Rob. Ile apply your eie gentle louer, remedy.
Rob. When thou wak'st, thou tak'st